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Chapter 2.
AN: Special fangs 2 my bf (LOL not in that way) lou, XXXgringolet666XXX 4 helpin me wif da workshoppn and canon. U rok! Ass ur all da loves of my depressing life, u rok 2! MCRTHURIANA ROX!
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The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was raining again, which i was happy about. I opened the door of my coffin and got out my black nail polish. I put on my MCR shirt over my miku binder (which i slept in, dont flame, black skinny jeans with the knees ripped out to show my bright red fishnets, and my black combat boots. I put on my spiked choker and earings in my pierced ears, and byronically tousled my hair. I did my makeup quickly (red lipstick and black eyeliner and shadow as usual).
I looked out the dark window of the goffic castle I lived in and scoffed happily. I pulled open my phone and flipped to my playlist of all MCR songs that reminded me of my family and friends (AN: Ells MCRthuaina is REAL art. Dont flame if you dont like, preps!). I redid my black nail polish and began my way down the stairs to get breakfast.
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My brother, Gaheris was waiting by my chair when i got to the dinning room. I scoffed at his awful taste in fashion as usual but he at least made an effort to listen to good music. He was wearing baggy camo pants, a black AJJ shirt on top, black doc martins, and I even noticed his nails were painted a garish shade of pink. At least he wasnt a prep like some members of my family who sold me off to a marriage for their PR.
“OMFG… so hows the newly wed life going!” he said excitedly.
“Fine.” I said blushing, “the wedding isnt for a few days, Gaheris.”
“Yeah but… a Grail Knight.” He chided.
“So fucking what!” I shouted.
“Thats so totally in right now. Think about it, the quest for the grail is happening in months!” He snapped.
I scoffed and pushed him over as i sat in my chair to eat. It was serial (booberry, my favorite) and blood.
“Hey there loverboy :-3” Gawain said preppily as he burst through the doors. I shot him that said fuck you prep and he rolled his eyes.
“Im not in love you stupit prep. This was all a ploy to get chevalier mal fet (Thats lancelot, but he converted to satanism when his mom and my aunt started hanging out) to kiss you and it wont even work because youre a poser prep!” I roared.
Gawain ran off crying like a basrat and i laughed. Aggravain cheered.
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AN: listn its Modreds perspective gawains just out of charatcer because hes not a goff liek morded?? Stop flaming in the comentz cus u just dnt GET IT!!!111!
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It was a few days since Galahad moved in with us frm the nunnery he lived at before and i was planning on taking him into the nearby orkney woods to show off what real life was like before we got married fr real and had to deal wit h taxes and teh government and the unjust political system of our times that can only be changed through bloodshed and revolution. I even got him a gift to show there were no real hard feeligns that he wasnt a real gofh yet, even though he toatlly needed to chnage his music taste. No one listened to #STSEB but preppy cishet girls who think tehyre gonna buy them from their awful mothers who usually smoke and then hed fall in lvoe with them through some elaborate stage show.
I made my way up the many stairs to his room (he stayed in the all black tower in the back of the castle) and knocked on his door excitedly. No one answered….
“Galahad?” I whispered. No one responeded…. I was startign to get worred so i knocked down the door to check for myself.
I gasped at what i saw…. Instead of my fiance there was a half naked man posed dramatically by the bed.
It was…………………………………………………………. St Seb! (AN: lou datz you!!!)
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AN: SPECIAL FANGZ TO MY GOFFIC BLOOD BRO LOU!!!!!!!!!!11111!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HEY LOU DO YOU KNOW WHERE MY GAUNTLETS A
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“St Seb!!!!!! What are yuo doing here youre not my boyfriend!!!” I shouted. St Seb, the famous singer was in galahads room! without him!
“Galahad went out to explore the castle a bit, did he not tell you?” Saint Sebastian shot me a questioning look as he let out a casual yawn, “He told me his plan was to find you first. To show him around, you know.”
I stuck up my middle finger at him. No prep waz gonna tell me what to do!
“No prep can tell ME waht to do you poser!” I stormed off back down the stairs.
Saint Sebastian's laugh echoed down the tight corridor around me, “Sure, kid. Good luck with him, he's a handful.”
I stuck my other middle finger up at him and went off to find valahad MYSELF.